The welcoming smiles that elicited delight from fans may have only elicited joy from the Haitani brothers. For others, it was just a business that generated revenue and concealed their true motives.

Sanzu smiled and poured a bottle of water over Rindo's head, which caused a new burst of joy from the crowd. With a hiss, the younger Haitani ruffled his damp hair and snorted in displeasure. Later, he would definitely deal with Haruchiyo in the dressing room.

"We love you all very much! You are the best!"

Kokonoi smiled affably as he prepared to leave the stage with the others. The concert was ending, and they had to leave to clean up. In addition, the more loyal fans were already waiting for them at the back entrance.

"I want pizza. Can we order it?"

Rindo suggested as they walked back to the dressing room. Everyone was tired, but they still had things to do outside of the music industry. In the dressing room, everyone went about their business. Everyone changed their clothes and waited for the pizza to arrive. Kokonoi was already sitting at his laptop, checking the data on weapons shipments. Ran sat down next to him, studying the information. Rindo tried to straighten his hair, but it wouldn't work and stuck out in all directions. Mikey sat down on the couch, lost in thought, and went back to being nonchalant, staring at the floor.

"Hello there. Did you order four large pizzas?"

You peeked into the dressing room, taking your order bag off your shoulder. Hoping that you didn't get the wrong address, you decided to check it out. Delivery was your part-time job, which allowed you to have money for personal expenses, and these guys you just saw as regular customers. Just like the others. Gray mass. No more than that.